Clockwork

Tired. And I am beginning to think blogging is just a way of finding an arbitary group of people to talk to. A way of expressing oneself to an expected audience. Isn't that quite pathetic. These days are quite a waste of time. There isn't anything much to look forward to. Feels like I am floating. Walking on water in the middle of an endless sea. Headed towards no where, anything but to sink.
My hairs quite screwed and of detrimental effect to my ego. Maybe its just a bad cut. Should source for another salon the next time round. Don't really feel like going out, yet I don't want to waste precious doing nothing at home. Furthermore, that hag is really quite some trouble at home. She's getting on everyone's nerve. Wonder when we will finally get to say goodbye to her. Think its gonna take quite sometime. What a headach...
When there is emptiness despite all the things going on around me, it gives me the feeling that I am looking for something that isn't here yet. Its like standing in a shop with many things but none of which interest you. Wonder what it is I am looking for. Thrill? Speaking of which...I think there is someone I haven't visited in a long long time. Someone I banished to the very rear of my mind. Wonder what would come should I pay him a visit soon. Not a very good time to do so but its tempting.
Peace be with the one inside.